Remember when i explained how pissed i was because i couldnt run today? or even do anything?
Well as i mentioned before, shit happens. I went to sports day on the intention of sitting out on all the running events (which were the only ones which mattered for me). Lets just say i decided to go all arab on it, went for a 300m warmup with the AA and YN, hurt like a bitch, but i still went for it.
Then the strangest thought hits me: What if i run EVERY single race today, would i wreck my ankle?
I decided to prove my mum, friends, and most importantly to myself, that a small twisted ankle wouldnt hold back 6 months of training. First running event was 800m. I grabbed a coloured bib, and raced to the start line.
Click/shot/starting thing and we're off. iPod playing, im completely isolated from the other runners. We break apart after a bit, and i try staying near the front, but fail miserably. I came 4th in our year - MAJOR improvement over last year's 7th, ESPECIALLY with a twisted ankle. I was dead by the 700m mark, but i kept going.
Soldiered on for the 200m (when my feet were absolutly SMASHED) and the 100m Sprint, AND the 400m (not to mention all the other non-running events)
Im proud of myself (in the non cocky way) of getting this far, and in the words of Nate dogg: "I'ma rip this shit, 'till my bone's collapse"